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Silver Lining

PART ONE

Summary: After sending Haley & Jack into WITSEC from the comfort of his hospital bed, Hotch decides to end things with Morgan for his safety...and then his life falls apart. (Set around 05x01 and the time leading up to 5x02)

Warnings: stabbing, hospital, vomit, blood (lots), nosebleed, pain medication & withdrawals...

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 3.5k

Read On AO3: Silver Lining

Notes: Okay, I know I already have a multi-chapter going but this one lined up with the prompt for Comfortember Day 23 - Hiding, and the other half will be up tomorrow for another prompt, and then the final part of Negative Space will come...it's all a sort of wishywashy plan because I am all over the place right now. Beware...this is FULLY melodramatic because if I'm going to make my OTP break up, it's going to be very very bad. Go big or go home.

Find the rest here: Comfortember 2021

I never felt so wicked As when I willed our love to die (Rilo Kiley - Silver Lining)

“Ground control to Major Tom,” Penelope whispers, dragging her index finger up the back of Derek's neck. He doesn't startle, just blinks his eyes open and peers up at her. His back is stiff, he arches and tries to stretch the sleep from his muscles. “You coming to the office today?”

“He shouldn't be alone,” he says, watching the gentle rise and fall of Aaron's chest. She hums and nods, wondering how long they'd been sleeping, sorry she'd disturbed him.

“I thought you might say that, so I took the liberty of clearing your schedule for the day. You hungry?” He can smell the pancakes and sausage and his stomach growls, she doesn't even have to open the bag or tell him what it is. His favorite meal from the diner near the office, she spoils him. It's almost too easy for her.

“Woman...” he grins and Aaron shifts miserably in his sleep, tries to curl on his side, his back aches from lying in the same position but his torso is inflexible, stiff staples and stitches hold him flat. It wakes him up. He still hasn't come to terms with not being able to bend or move, not having enough in tact core muscles to do much of anything but lay still.

“You bring anything for me?” he croaks and she panics, feels her heart leap into her throat. She tries to stammer out a response, nothing comes out but jumbled nonsense and she glances desperately at Derek for help. Aaron smiles, its lopsided and his eyes flutter open and closed, he's barely there.

“He's just being an ass,” Derek says, giving Aaron's limp hand a little squeeze. “Don't worry about it mama. He hasn't even cleared diluted juice yet, no way he's getting any of my pancakes.” She looks at the pink bucket sitting on Derek's lap and her heart breaks.

“I'm sorry, sir,” she says, the gravity of the situation finally hitting her. It was always going to be awful, she knew it, there was never any question but he'd survived so he was fine...until he wasn't. Two days prior, he was managing one of the biggest crime scenes the BAU had experienced to date, and now he wasn't even able to sit up of his own volition or drink apple juice. None of them could think about that for too long.

But he's still smiling at her, like he's lost in time and she can't help but smile back. “What's so funny?” He opens his mouth to respond, just to make a silly comment about Derek sharing food...and they both see it at the same time, the way the color drains from his face, he goes pale, lips ashen and she freezes in place while Derek springs into action. He picks up the pink bucket and forces the bed upright, scoots up onto the bed with him. One arm drapes around his shoulders, the other holds the bucket beneath his chin as Aaron shudders through another round of dry heaving into the bucket. She's mortified. He was just smiling, he hadn't even said what was funny and now...

“Can I help?” Her voice squeaks, breaks and Derek's hand is in his hair, he's rubbing the back of his neck, flushed and sweaty. There is too much color there, the skin is pink and splashed with smears of iodine dipping beneath fresh gauze, deep purple bruises at his jaw that paint pictures in her head she'd rather not have. She hates that she's here watching him like this, knows he would hate it too if he was able to give it much thought. Luckily he would probably forget she'd even been there. Derek's credentials, covered in Aaron's blood, sit beside the window catching the sunlight and she can't stop looking over at them, reliving the horror of calling around to all of the hospitals in the area, the desperation that sat heavy in her chest with every dead end she hit.

“You know this is Foyet's fault, right?” She blurts it out, and both of them stop to look at her. She can see it, the way they share this thing, this awful connection that started in Boston with a phone call, a broken window and a bullet. It's going to smother all of the good if they're not careful. There are tears running down Aaron's cheeks, burning hot from the flames licking their way up his esophagus, stomach betraying him once again. He's trying not to fight the convulsions, the pain is overwhelming. “Nothing either of you did...or didn't do...is responsible for this...any of this. He's the serial killer.” And we catch serial killers, she wanted to add it but the way they both looked at her was overwhelming. She had their undivided attention. “I just...I love you both so much and I think you need someone to remind you that...you didn't do this. He did.”

But it all goes to hell after she leaves. It's so good while she's there, he pretends for her, he smiles for her. He's always got smiles for Penelope. And then it's “I'm sorry Derek. I've had some time to consider my options..." He's blinking heavy again, it's only a matter of time before the drugs pull him under again, he's been awake so long. "It isn't what I want..." He doesn't know how to do this.

“Then stop talking. You're being stupid.”

“No,” he whispers, closing his eyes against another wave of nausea. “Haley and Jack...and you. You're not safe with me. If Foyet knows...Derek I can't take that chance.” Please forgive me, he thinks, his chest constricting. He's remorseful, he's clinging to the hope that this is what he needs to do in order to protect the people he loves. He's delusional, maybe. His mind is made up and he's got to be alone...it's all he can believe in. If he can't believe that, he may as well give up now. Foyet wants to watch him miserable, and he'll get it. “Please go.”

“Really? You actually think this is gonna stop him?” Derek asks, brows knit together in frustration. He's trying to be gentle, he knows Aaron isn't exactly thinking straight, he's barely even conscious most of the time. "He had my creds, Aaron. He's probably been watching me, too. This is the dumbest shit you've ever done." Aaron can't open his eyes, can't watch as Derek pleads with him. He's a coward, has to turn away or else he'll change his mind and that's worse.

Foyet can't win if there is nothing left to take from him.

“I love you,” he whispers, and it's as much as Derek is bound to get. It's dismissive, final, almost cold.

He wakes slowly. Unsure what time of day it is, the world is too bright, too sterile. There are no definite shapes, everything coated in a hazy film he can't seem to blink away. Gravity, medication, it all holds him tight to the bed. There is no difference between his days here, they bleed one into the next through a stream of pain and disorientation. Eyes fluttering closed again, he settles...he was afraid, forgetting momentarily why he was there, paralyzed but too tired to give in to it. Too tired to question it.

Beside him Penelope watches, hoping that this time was the time he opened his eyes and they stayed open. Derek was texting her, looking for information she didn't have so he could update the rest of the team – he's still working his way out of sedation after his second exploratory procedure, tying up loose ends now that the emergency had settled into the background and that was all the information she had. The team had to fly out for a case and while working from a hospital room wasn't ideal, Penelope was glad to accept the job. Play spy for Derek who was no longer welcome in the room...she'd seen it coming, just didn't get there in time to save them. Her words had fallen on deaf ears.

The room feels colder than usual when he does finally open his eyes. Disorientation is the worst of it, he wants to ask for his phone, ask to call Derek and for a minute he tries before he's shot back to reality – he and Derek weren't he and Derek anymore.

“Sir?” Penelope asks softly, leaning forward. “Sir?”

“Mmm...m' awake...” he mumbles, but he's not really sure it's the truth. In and out of anything that even vaguely resembles awake, he's not wearing glasses or contacts, can barely make out the shape of her but he can see her halo of golden curls and the brightly colored dress she wears and it's enough to bring him some comfort. He doesn't want to see anyway, doesn't care about much of anything now. He listens to her take a call from Dave, run through some case details and he tries to focus on that – something unrelated to the hell that has become his own life, but he can't make sense of it and that's the worst part. This is his team and he can't do anything.

He's lost his family and his identity in one fell swoop.

By the time he walks through his front door, the reality of how alone he is has settled in. It weighs on him in the silence, in the dusty boxes he still hadn't unpacked after the divorce, in Jack's untouched room. Legos on the floor that he's afraid to move, crayons scattered over the top of his nightstand with a drawing of Iron Man half finished. His bed isn't made, they'd run out of time as they rushed out the door on the way to school and he could smell Jack in there. His green apple shampoo, the scented markers whose lids were left off too long and were now just crusted, dried relics. The silence is deafening and he is barely willing to drag himself from his bed to the couch most days. The pain is terrible but he's not thinking too much about that, not yet. He's still got a supply of pain medication coursing through him, he knows that's on its way out too. He'll feel it all soon enough.

“You have to leave me alone,” he grunts at Emily who is busying herself with some menial task that didn't need doing just to keep an eye on him. They're all grasping at straws, finding reasons to drop by after work, before work, on lunch break. Everyone but Derek. “Stop coming here.”

“No. I'm coming every day, if you don't want me here you stop answering the door.”

She hadn't really meant it, figured there was no way he'd take that bait but he did, and he stopped opening the door. Kept it locked. He became focused only on returning to work and catching Foyet, couldn't afford the distractions the team offered in the way of caring for him.

Derek has a key though, and he refuses to just let Aaron fade away. He's invested too much of his life into this man. As long as Dave and Emily and JJ were allowed in, were keeping tabs, he was willing to keep his distance but the minute that door closed...

He walks in to find him nursing a bloody nose at the kitchen table, he's pale, there's dried blood beneath his fingernails and smeared beside his ear. “'M fine...” he mumbles with cotton shoved in his nose, but by the looks of things, he's definitely not. He doesn't even say hello, just goes on the defensive.

“How long has this been going on?” Aaron doesn't look at him when he says it started in the middle of the night, that he's been awake since around 1am trying to get it to stop. He keeps his eyes focused on the table when Derek sighs and lectures him about the blood thinners they have him on, as if he doesn't already know.

“It's being handled,” he grunts, ready for an argument. He's sharper than he should be. A quiet accusation passes between them. “I have an appointment at 3.”

“It's 9:30am and you're not cleared to drive...”

Aaron glares, and under normal circumstances it might be bone chilling but he's got blood soaked puffs of cotton hanging from his nostrils and bags under his eyes, he's wearing one of Derek's ratty old sweatshirts and he find it in him to be even a little intimidated. “Jessica is driving me.”

“She lives on the other side of town, why didn't you call me?” He knows why, but he wants to challenge it. He's still reeling, full of disbelief. He belongs here and he knows it, they both do, navigating these waters isn't something either of them wants to do. Derek is just holding on for dear life while Aaron is doing his best to forget what he's lost. Without an answer, Derek moves to change out the soaked cotton balls and is shocked at the amount of blood that flows when the old ones are removed. It's unlike anything he's ever seen, and he likes to think he's got nerves of steel but it's a little extreme even for him. Aaron groans and shoves his palm into place, something he's been doing for hours now between dressing changes, hoping one of the times would find that the blood had ceased. There is a smear of blood up his wrist, pale pink and crimson, he'd attempted to clean it but there was just so little he could do.

“You need to go to the ER,” Derek demands, trying desperately to catch some of the blood with a hand towel pulled from the drawer, it would be ruined in only a few moments. Aaron chokes out some lame excuse about it not being a real emergency, the air is just too dry, he always gets nose bleeds in winter. “I know you do, but this is the first time you've been on blood thinners...you want to bleed to death because of dry air? You survived a run in with a serial killer just to let dry air take you out?” He can't argue, it isn't stopping and his appointment is still hours away. Conceding to let Derek drive him, he fights the entire way about whether or not Derek should wait with him, but Derek doesn't say a word. He's just sitting silent letting Aaron complain the trip away before he walks into the lobby and takes a seat, waiting for Aaron to get his paperwork under control. They give Derek handfuls of absorbent things and a bucket, he has no idea what any of it is but they assure him it'll help and show him what to do. It's a three hour wait in the lobby, time enough to make multiple trips to the bathroom for actual washing when things get out of hand, and Aaron is about at his wits end. It's been going on too long, he's lightheaded and angry and this is too much time to sit and stew over the state of things between them.

It's not like Aaron doesn't want him there. He's never had a nose bleed this bad or this long and he is scared, but he's also looking over his shoulder at every turn expecting to feel Foyet's eyes on him and that takes precedence over how he's feeling, how he wants to fall into Derek's arms and tell him he's scared. He's sitting in the corner, back to the wall, able to survey the entire lobby and all hallways. One doctor wants to back him off of his blood thinners, another says under no circumstances should he do that, they tell him to flush with saline and run humidifiers and keep vaseline in his nose but they don't do anything to fix the problem and he leaves worried it'll happen again. “You need to go right to the ER if it happens again, don't wait,” they tell him and Derek glares. It says I told you so, and Aaron stares at the doctor in disbelief. Because Derek is pushy, they change his bandages for him just to make sure everything looks good, he doesn't trust Aaron to care for himself the way he should. “Everything looks great, no sign of infection,” they tell him and Derek thinks he sees a flicker of a smile on Aaron's face but he doesn't look, won't give him the satisfaction.

The last of the pain medication he was sent home with wears off entirely within days, and he isn't taking his new prescription. It sits on the counter, still stapled inside the white paper bag. There isn't even a little temptation, he's tired of feeling sluggish, barely awake, unaware of day or night. He can't focus on Foyet if he's not sharp, and sharp comes with the pain.

“Shit,” he says, dragging his shoulder along the wall for support. A week in the hospital in enough pain that morphine didn't touch it all and yet he left with a body that craved the stuff. “Shit.” It was more a breath than a word as he slid further down the wall, unable to keep himself upright. Sure the wall was nice for support but it didn't do much when his legs gave out.

Hours, minutes, seconds. He was losing a lot of time to black outs, but he wasn't hurt this time. Not really, not worse than he'd started. Soft landing, slow collapse, more like a curtain falling to the ground in a rumpled heap than a real fall. He blinked himself awake against the pounding in his head and wondered at how he got here. Not here against the wall, but here at all – nine holes in his abdomen that wouldn't stop bleeding and no one around to drag him upright, no one to look for infection, no one to help.

Alone. He feels Derek's hands on him, lifting him, but it's not real. Just wishful thinking. Time travel is an interesting concept, he'd like to talk with Spencer about it sometime. If you could go back in time, where would you go? He knew Spencer wouldn't have an answer, or maybe he'd have too many, he figured he should call Spencer and check up on him, see how he was healing. Nothing seemed right. He clawed his way upright, pulled up on the wall himself, blood from the t-shirt smearing against the pale yellow paint.

Hallucinations are part of the withdrawal process. He knew it, mostly, but sometimes it just felt so real and he was so fucking angry that he had to endure this on top of everything else. Derek's hands, the warm calloused fingers gripping him just a little too rough, forcing him upright when he just wants to lay down. No you don't, he'd say. Don't you give up on me.

He could call Derek, he knows he could. End the madness, beg for forgiveness, plead for him to come back. He considers it for half a second longer than he should, but he calls Emily. He has no idea why it's her number he dials, but he does and she brings Dave. He hates that she brings Dave because the way he looks at him...it hurts. Such sadness in his eyes, such bitter disappointment.

“Have you called your doctor?” Dave asks as Emily ushers him to the couch, eases his trembling body down and folds him into place. He's too long for the blanket she chooses, it isn't his favorite blanket but she doesn't know that. Derek would know that. He would tell her.

“Don't call them,” he mutters, wrapping his shivering body tight in the blanket. The shivering means cold, he knows that, but he doesn't really feel...cold. Not his temperature anyway, but maybe his insides. They did this to me, he wants to say but it sounds so dramatic so he bites his tongue until it bleeds. Or he thinks it does anyway...maybe he isn't bleeding anywhere at all. Maybe none of this is real.

“How long has it been since your bandages were changed?” He doesn't know, doesn't really register the voice. It's Emily and Dave mixed together, and he's not even certain either one is really there except Emily's cold hands are on his neck, tugging at a hunk of gauze to peek underneath and he shivers at her touch. Her hands feel real. “Hotch?”

"...hands are like ice..." he complains and she shakes her head incredulously. He might be dying but he could still fling insults at her.

“I'm calling Derek...” Dave says, not because they can't handle things on their own but because Derek simply has experience they don't. He's too ashamed to explain to them what he'd done, and clearly Derek hadn't shared either.

“No.” He's adamant, that one he's sure of. They're startled by it, but pay it very little mind. “Don't.” Can't let Derek see him like this. Humiliating. Emily and Dave glance at each other, shake their heads and he's pretty sure he hears Dave talking on the phone almost immediately but he's buried inside of his blanket just trying to survive the moment. Some friends they are.

Next Chapter ->

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #hotchgan #david rossi #fanfiction #hotch whump #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #comfortember 2021 #comfortember #day 23 hiding

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do-androids-dream-ao3acc · 3 years ago

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Emhyr, 5, 7, 9 and 16 for the character ask 😀

5- What do you not like about this character?

Oh. Well. Canon-wise? Everything. :-P (Also, I don't like him a lot, even in my own writing). But in general, and in my headcanon because that's the utmost I know about him (even if I made it up), his inability to show feelings. It's a trait of people that have been hurt too often, or have been told too often that they should rather shut up, be quiet and behave. It's hard to imagine him like that, isn't it? Well, for me it's not.

7- What do you like most about this character?

A character with a strong will, facing a lot of obstacles and overcoming them somehow, is always something I'll like. I believe I don't actually like him as a person, but somehow what he stands for. No, not terror and cruelty :-P Rather a somewhat mystic, interesting culture with strong principles. It's really hard to explain. I'm quite imaginative, yet I'm not very much when it comes to Emhyr. There's certainly things I like about him, but I think I mostly like him being part in my OTP, because I feel he represents parts of me there.

9- What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?

That he has a strange sense of humor. Just think about it: he's the most powerful ruler, and you're glad if he's not yelling at you or something, but then he tries to make a joke, and you don't know if it REALLY is a joke or if he's just sarcastic and scolding you or whatever. That must be stressful. Oh, and also that he can make pancakes, like my dear @deagle once illustrated:

16- What do you think would improve this character? Like, character-arc wise?

Well. I'm mostly interested in game Emhyr, and a lot of people like to point out that he's not very strongly depicted in the game. I don't really think so. He's got mostly the background information regarding the books, yet the game makes him seem interested in Ciri a bit more decent. He seems actually sad if you tell him she's dead, and not because of the implications that might have to his throne. Actually, I think he is quite the interesting character, with his whole traumatic background and his strategic abilities. If anything, he seems a bit flat because he needs to be the "evil" one in the game. Which isn't that easy if you really listen.

#asks #ask game #thank you this was fun!

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aaaaagaronia · 5 years ago

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dude,, hand over diablo info for the character ask game if you can!! :0 I love sym

favorite thing about them: se’re just???? baybee and want to feel at ease

least favorite thing about them: lil too jumpy at everything to the point that se’re jumping syr own shadow

favorite line: se dont really have any??? skjdnhfjcs

brOTP: sym and Borea!! just two flat lads dsjnkfhbds hiding in the sand

OTP: i dont have one form sym jkdsnhbfcds

nOTP: not really picky??? like se don’t get along with Alitta all that well atm but its more they dont know each other all that well

random headcanon: se get called sea pancake a lot but se actually dont mind it jkdsfnhds

unpopular opinion: others tend to view sym as weak, frail and brittle but in reality se have just been through a lot in a short amount of time that se just haven’t been able to deal with it all that well but se’re hella tough to even deal with it in the first place

song i associate with them: Anxiety Song- Human Petting Zoo

favorite picture of them: THE ONE YOU DREW ON SYM I JUST!!!!!!!!!

#ocs #merfolk #diablo

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intothewickedwood · 5 years ago

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 2x06 Tallahassee

Where is Hook getting this story from? It’s totally not true. You’re telling me Tiny is the most ferocious giant of them all??

I wonder what happens if people try to climb the beanstalk without a cuff. And I can’t imagine Cora climbing the beanstalk with Hook. She could have just teleported them to the top, so really Hook would have had an easier time if he stayed with Cora.

Does Emma wear contacts now? Can she see okay??

Neal is so cheeky. I do like swan fire a lot, especially in this episode. They use to be my otp but since I started this rewatch my otp for Emma is either Gremma or Wooden Swan. I’m not sure which one yet but I think it might be Gremma. And I really liked Neal and Tamara so if she wasn’t evil, I’d totally be down for that ship too!

Baelfire (my phone just auto corrected to bagel fire! Dear Lord, I don’t think I’ve ever typed that word in my life haha!) is so different as an adult. My brain has a hard time remembering they are the same person but I suppose all those years in Neverland will do that to you.

Mulan does not like Hook. I kinda wanna see more of them too just for the sass. Omg imagine if they were a couple! Sorry Emma, I’m all about Captain Warrior now!

“In this world we are slaves to time and ours is running out.” Oh, but time is but a man-made construct. You can be a slave to it or ride the waves.

Emma has a thing for cheeky men.

Urgh, that climb makes me feel sick. I can’t do it! I’m not doing it!

“You’re afraid- afraid to talk, to reveal yourself.” Actually Hook, I think she’s just afraid of talking too much because she doesn’t wish to plummet to her death.

That climb is freaking impossible! They must be aching so much! And it must have taken ages! That would surely take days! I would be a flat pancake if I attempted to climb that thing!

Emma was so different when she was young.

“Like where, Neverland?” Hehe, Emma if only you knew.

Aww, Snow’s so motherly to Aurora.

I’d have straight up collapsed after ascending that beanstalk.

The way hook tied that fabric with his teeth! Damn!

That is some handy sleeping dust!

Poor Aurora! Bless her, that nightmare is horrifying! Awww! Snow is so caring!

Did the giants really steal all that stuff? They seemed so nice.

The way Emma excitedly whispers Tallahassee. Bless her, she wanted to find a place to call home so desperately.

Ow August! That must have hurt Neal a lot!

I would not have looked in that box, there could be anything in there!

Why did August’s plan require Emma go to jail? I get that he probably wanted her to learn a lesson so that she could be the person she needed to be to break the curse, but they could have achieved that some other way. I don’t think she needed to go to jail.

How the heck are they supposed to find that compass! They could have tried asking the giant nicely.

Imagine being a giant.

Why couldn’t Neal reach out to Emma? Why was it so important that he had to break up with Emma and betray her for her to break the curse? August, I love you, but this is wild! And I wonder what he told Neal for him to agree that that needed to be done.

August, you are a bad boy taking that money! Neal trusts this random dude who chased and pinned him to the ground without question. I guess August has an aura about him that makes him seem wise and trustworthy.

Charge Snow! Charge!!

Don’t mess with mamma Snow!

Poor Henry!

Awww Charming doing what he did for Snow when she was having nightmares for Henry.

#ouat 2x06 #2x06 tallahassee #ouat #once upon a time #emma swan #swanfire #killian jones #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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spirit-shroud · 6 years ago

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001: Underteltarune 002: Niko x Pancakes 003: Tinsel

nines i love u but ur really out here doing this to me huh? link to that one ask meme

On the Underrune Amalgamate:

Favorite character: Asgore, Kris

Least Favorite character: Toriel (shes scary and reminds me too much of my real mom who is Not Nice ;~:)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): god i dont even like. know 5 ships. i dont really even partake in shipping anymore i just see cute fanart of two characters holding hands and im just like ‘hell yea’

Character I find most attractive: can i say asgore again without getting kinkshamed on main? because. ykno

Character I would marry: i think we already know the answer to this one (its asgore)

Character I would be best friends with: Papyrus, Napstablook, Noelle

A random thought: i would die for toby fox

An unpopular opinion: i think the vast majority of sans-centric AUs are really weird? like. yeah sans is really cool. i think sans is really cool. i used to write primarily sans x reader fanfiction. i was a real skeleton fucker back in the day. but like. why dont we have wacky interdimensional AUs of like. anyone else. but at the same time the fanon version of Sans, as a standalone, collective OC we made, is really cool i think considering the real canon version is so.....underwhelming.also ralsei is 100% going to turn out evil or manipulative or otherwise a bad guy. i feel in my bones that that fluffy boy isn’t the friend we think he is. i will gladly engage in rampant discourse over this and i would love to read some other opinions on it. please @ me.

My canon OTP: it warms my heart to know alphyne is canon in at least one place even if it isnt in dr

Non-canon OTP: ralsei x kris is the Good Shit

Most badass character: susie Big Good and i’d let her forcibly remove my face

Pairing I am not a fan of: people are really out here shipping mettaton and gaster for some reason? i mean like the art of it is always amazing and what little i’ve read has been p nice. but like. what’s up with that. whack

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): honestly a lot of the characters, more specifically in UT rather than DR, feel incredibly flat. like once you start taking away your own projections onto the characters you realize that they really only have half a side to them at most and the rest is so vague and up for interpretation that there’s really no character there. except for like, papyrus, asgore, and flowey who are somewhat more dimensional. DR’s characters are about as whole as they’re going to be for the next 2-7 years and they feel much more like characters than, like, 9 projections in a trench coat

Favourite friendship: all of them,,,,

On Whatever The Fuck That Is:

when or if I started shipping it: nines can you please do me a favour and inconvenience yourself in some way today? please like. forget your coffee in the microwave. fail to reheat something properly. lose under 100 words of a paper or a small layer of an art project. just. something. it is your atonement for making me read the words ‘niko x pancakes’ with my own two eyes in my own home

On Tinsel (does it count if it’s my own oc? i dont think so. however, i’m such a ho for talking about my own characters i’ll do it anyway):

How I feel about this character: son boy... a real idiot dumb teenager who i will protect with my life. and if anything happens to him that is out of my hands i’ll cry over it probably

All the people I ship romantically with this character: i ship them w kris but only because oc x canon is good. you can expect a multichapter fanfiction starring this eventually because i have no self control.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: tinsel + maple (jenny’s oc!!) is very good. they’re the Dumb Idiot Gang and they’re currently trying to invade the Mothia via wearing lots of feather boas and fake wings to disguise themselves as moths.

My unpopular opinion about this character: can you have unpopular opinions about your own oc???

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: it’s still the beginning of the DR RP we’re doing so i don’t have much of a thought on this one yet. however i do hope someone makes an OC i can aggressively pair him off with for, ykno, reasons

My OTP: the ultimate platonic fun gang consists of tinsel, maple, dorothy and luke so that’s what we’re going with

My OT3: nah

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flashbic · 8 years ago

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OTP meme thing

@spaceviking

Here’s the Scott/Raimi one <3

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? Well, not nearly almost all of it since Scott has a lot of money, but he spends a lot just buying random stuff for Raimi. It's how he shows affection, okay. It's easier than talking about feelings.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? They kinda alternate here, but usually Scott is the one getting some rest. Raimi likes it, mostly because he gets to mess with Scott's hair and Scott is too sleepy to do anything about it. :D For Raimi, it mostly happens whenever he's had a bad day and needs to relax? He just rests his head and listens while Scott rambles about random thnigs.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? It's not something that happens all that often, but they both do it from time to time! Raimi when he just feels like messing with Scott, and Scott when he wants attention and he's having a particularly good day. (Raimi never tells him to put on some clothes though, eh) (Raimi tends to skip the "half" part of "half-naked". He just likes seeing Scott's reaction :D)

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Raimi's sleep cycle is absolutely forever fucked. Scott has tried to make him fix it before, but it's hopeless. He will Not go to sleep. There are too many shitty horror movies to watch and comic books to read.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? Raimi is a danger in the kitchen, but he tries so hard. Scott complains about it a lot at first, but he kinda resigns himself to it eventually. He doesn't really like cooking all that much though. i think he'd be the kind of person who buys from one of those places that prepare home-made meals for a week or whatever. But hey, if it can cheer up Raimi, fine, he might try to make some pancakes. :D

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Raimi absolutely gets excited about it. ("DUDE, CHECK OUT WHAT I FOUND ONLINE.") Scott... not so much. But tbh, he silently agrees.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Scott loves wearing Raimi's hoodies around the house, when he's sure no one except Raimi will ever see him doing it. They're too big for him, and they're warm and they're comfy. Raimi has a few pictures, but they're all blurry because Scott refuses to stand still. cryptid!Scott.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Scott is usually the one running errands. He'd ask Raimi to do it, but chores like this are exactly the type of things Raimi tends to procrastinate on. Like, he'd do them eventually, but the waiting bothers Scott too much so he does it himself. Otoh, Raimi is pretty nice about the whole thing and does his best to be helpful. And yeah, he's not a dick about it if Scott forgot something (also because tbh he probably wouldn't even notice).

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Raimi gives directions and Scott ignores them. Also Raimi doesn't drive all that often unless he's by himself because he can be kinda reckless and Scott finds it absolutely terrifying. (not that Scott in a car can't also be absolutely terrifying. Sure he drives just fine, but if anything happens he immediately goes in full RAGE MODE.)

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Raimi draws! Scott notices him and tries to pretend he didn't. And yes he draws Scott naked every single time.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Raimi goes in Mission Mode and needs to be as Extra as possible about the whole thing. Which absolutely triggers Scott's competitive side, so they both spend the whole time trying to one-up each other. They are not good at this.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Scott, like, yikes. Raimi is quick enough to learn it and does his best to keep an eye on him though. Thankfully Scott is generally pretty cheerful when he's drunk. He just tends to get really flirty, which is awkward when there are other people around.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts? As far as Scott is concerned, giving stuff to Raimi is the easiest way to show affection. Feelings are scary, man.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? i don't really see either of them doing that one tbh? Raimi might do it on purpose a few times as a joke though. Makes Scott blush every time. He doesn't say anything, but he likes the sound of it A Lot.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Scott screamed but was absolutely ready to use one of Raimi's comic books to squash that spider. Raimi got it just in time!

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? Scott gets cold a lot, and whenever Raimi notices he'll try to give him his coat, which Scott usually refuses because he's one of those idiots who'd rather suffer than to wear something he thinks doesn't fit him. Raimi often ends up wearing Scott's gloves though, since he always loses his :D

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? This one really doesn't apply at all! Raimi is an only kid, and by the time he meets Scott's brothers, they're just REALLY happy to see that Scott somehow managed to get a boyfriend who's having a good influence on him.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Raimi is the first one to actually say it, but let's face it, Scott was about as subtle about his feelings as a brick to the face.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? Not entirely sure, but i think they'd balance each other nicely enough? By themselves they'd be disasters though. Raimi would be way too lenient, while Scott would be unreasonably demanding.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Scott proofreads every single thing he writes, including texts. Raimi uses every single shortcut imaginable, replaces parts of words with emojis whenever possible and so on. The texts he, Weyland and Yutani send each other are barely understandable to most people.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? They probably both were bullied at some point for one reason or another, although in both cases i don't think it ever got too bad? Raimi has enough friends to balance it out, and Scott... well, Scott basically just channeled the pain and fear into the Endless Pit Of Rage. Which might not be the healthiest coping mechanisms, but ehhh, could've been worse. Raimi was absolutely the kind of kid who would intervene whenever he saw someone else being bullied. Scott, if he saw anything, usually ignored it... unless the person doing the bullying was someone he admired. Then he probably joined in.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Raimi does the puns. Scott doesn't even bother with smiling, he just rolls his eyes. Raimi doesn't care, he knows Scott likes it. :P

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? Raimi adopted a dog... and then promptly had to find it a new home after Scott absolutely freaked out and refused to stay in the house as long as it was inside. Important lessons were learned that day. 1) Getting a pet without talking about it with your boyfriend first is kind of a bad idea. 2) The idea is especially bad when it turns out said boyfriend is absolutely terrified of the kind of pet you picked.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Raimi tries to carry Scott around the house a few times, but it goes about as well as you'd expect (heads get bumped on the furniture and Scott ends up on the floor, most likely).

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Scott swims, although he doesn't do any actual competing. He sometimes goes to the public pool and there are one or two people there he likes to race against! Raimi likes watching them, especially since Scott is always in an amazing mood whether he wins or not.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Raimi takes so many selfies. He uses them as his phone wallpapers.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? All Raimi would have to do is ask, and Scott would enjoy every single second of this. (but okay, though, can you imagine Raimi convincing Scott to let him paint his nails?? He picks the prettiest shade of blue. SCOTT WITH EYELINER. Raimi thinks it's the cutest fucking thing in all the land. tbh Scott doesn't really get it and finds it kind of embarrassing, but turns out he doesn’t actually hate it? :p)

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Welp... see question 23. Yutani ends up adopting that dog! That dog is huge fluffy monster, but also the most well-behaved dog you have ever seen. Which is basically the only reason Scott doesn't run away screaming whenever he sees it. (he's still screaming silently though)

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Scott holds it, mostly because he's taller.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? i think they probably go to the beach fairly often, since it's definitely Scott's favorite kind of vacation (it's warm and there's water, plus he definitely always pick big resort places where he can get massages if he wants to). Other than that though, i can see them maybe renting a little place near a lake? Raimi wanted to go camping but Scott flat out didn't want to, so the cabin was a good in-between. Raimi totally still brings his sleeping back and goes outside to sleep under the stars. Scott doesn't spend the entire night with him (sleeping outside makes him a little nervous, plus he doesn't find it comfortable), but he stays up pretty late and they just look at the stars and it's cool. During the day they take walks in the woods or swim in the lake. During the evening Scott curls up on the couch with a book while Raimi tries to do some woodcarving with a tiny knife because why the hell not.

They both take pictures.

#Death Machine #i love them so much <3 #fun fact my thoughts on makeup are usually barely along the lines of ''it exists i guess''#i don't hate it or anything it's just not something i think about since i don't wear any #but the image of Raimi painting Scott's nails is actually the cutest fucking thing and i love it??#help i'm having feelings

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n7-tech-geek · 9 years ago

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So discussion of a number of things have happened offline but not made it into a Tumblr thread yet, specifically:

There exists a verse in which Philip and morganaseren are fellow students at Grissom Academy, and Morgana ends up being part of Philip’s crew; the two of them sleep together at Grissom and begin a FWB relationship that lasts until the end of the Reaper War.

This verse overlaps with the verse in which Philip and operativegaley are in a romantic relationship (Morgana not being the jealous type).

This verse splits in two directions – one timeline has Philip’s canonical Synthesis ending; Monica canonically dies during the Battle of London.

In the second timeline, Monica still dies in London…but Philip lives (and ends up marrying Morgana post-war).

I had a request from Galey (who clearly has never heard the saying “be careful what you wish for”) to write a drabble involving these characters at the moment when Monica dies. So here it is….

*****

“God damn it!” Philip swore, relaunching his combat drone over the wreckage behind which he had couched himself. “How many of them are there?”

“Enough to make this difficult,” Morgana answered behind him, her clear British contralto heavy with understatement.

None of them had come to London expecting it to be a pleasant experience, of course, but Philip was rapidly finding this final push against the Reapers to be far worse than he had imagined. The air smelled of smoke and death; what had clearly been a beautiful city was now rubble-strewn and decimated. The rapid patter of the rain stung every inch of his exposed skin; he could feel that the winter night should have been cold, but instead sizzled with heat left behind by the Hades cannons and the Citadel beam, which hovered in the distance like a blaze of fire, a guidepost to the nameless destiny waiting for him in orbit.

And the waves upon waves on enemies between him and the beam was just extraordinary.

He was not alone, though, and he took some comfort from that. James was on point somewhere ahead of them, slamming aside everything that got in his way. Morgana -- Philip’s partner in crime for almost as long as he cared to remember -- was by the commander’s side and refusing to leave it, methodical and ruthless as the occasion demanded.

And Monica was watching them from the rooftops, the woman he loved covering his back with the deadly accuracy of her profession.

“How’s it look up there?” he asked her now, thumbing the commline on his omnitool as he peered out to watch Wheatley’s progress through the next wave of Reaper forces.

“A mess. What do you think?” Monica answered. She sounded a little out of breath; navigating the shattered rooftops of the London street was proving an exhausting affair. But her everpresent sarcastic streak was undimmed.

“A little more specific, maybe?” he asked teasingly in return.

“Looks like...four cannibals coming in from the northwest.” There was the sharp crack of a Viper rifle from the building on his left. “Make that three.”

“Any brutes or banshees? “ Morgana asked, slotting a new thermal clip into her pistol.

“Not that I see.”

“Philip--”

“Already going. Monica, watch my back. We’re moving up.”

“It *is* a nice back. Tell Morgana not to block my view,” Monica quipped.

“Nice to know you care.”

“Always.”

Things were getting rougher. The waves of Reapers were coming faster as they moved closer to the beam, and the sticky heat was growing more intense. “You know,” Philip commented around a ragged breath that tasted like ash in his mouth, “I’m starting not to like this place much.”

“I was born here, you know. I hear it was much nicer before the Reapers moved in.”

Philip snorted. “If you say so.”

“Next time we visit Earth, I recommend Oxford instead,” Morgana commented dryly.

“Noted. You can give me the grand tour when we--”

BOOM.

The ground shook, lurching under Philip’s feet and sending him staggering. “Reaper!” he shouted as he hit the ground. He didn’t need to look behind him to see what had caused the impact. One of the smaller monstrosities had flanked them. Judging by the heat of the blast it was perhaps four hundred meters away, and judging by the sound it was getting closer.

Morgana’s hand was on his shoulder, tugging him to a standing position again, steadying him. His hand covered hers briefly, gave it a quick squeeze and released as his eyes turned upwards. “Monica! Clear out of the building line; it’s coming in from the west!”

“I know, I know! How’d we miss it?” All humor in her voice was abruptly gone; the situation had grown tense in a big hurry.

“Too focused on the chaos in front of us, I suppose,” Morgana said grimly.

“We need to get out of its range or it’ll cook us.” Philip raised one hand, his omnitool glowing like fire around his wrist. “Drones out. Maybe we can draw its fire off. I--”

“Path is blocked.”

“What?”

“My path is blocked, Philip-- this building’s stairway is collapsed. I can’t get to ground level.”

A brief flash of fear. “Which one are you in? I’ll blast it clear from below.”

Morgana’s eyes narrowed; her hand, still on his shoulder, tightened sharply. “We don’t have time--”

BOOM. Another blast rocked the ground; he could see the hulking form of the Reaper lurching into view beyond the wall of buildings. “Damn it, Monica--”

“Wait. I’ve got it. That last shot knocked some of the debris loose. I’ll meet you in the street.” The old sarcastic laugh came into her voice for a minute. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that ea--”

BOOM.

The third blast came so near that it knocked Philip cleanly off his feet and onto his back. Morgana hit the ground next to him with a groan. Bright red blood stood out against the black of their armor; he’d struck something with his head and everything spun -- but not so much that he couldn’t see the building in which Monica stood go up in a gout of red light.

“NO!”

He was on his feet in an instant, darting forward against the overwhelming blast-furnace heat of the explosion. “Monica! Monica, do you read me?”

Static crackled in his ear, punctuated by a bone-chilling scream, a wet crunching thud that burned itself into his memory.

The building, in slow, majestic temp, collapsed under the Reaper beam. The noise was overwhelming, tremendous, and yet the ringing in his ears, the dizzy terror, muffled it away from him until it felt like he was standing in a vacuum, as he had been the day he died over Alchera. No sound, no air, just fire and light and pain.

“No...” he whispered. Without thinking, he dived forward, began to claw at the front edge of the rubble that had once been a London street corner. She’s not dead. She can’t be dead. She’s under there somewhere... His own optimism seemed to be driving like an iron spike through his brain, the hope against logic that somehow the woman had survived the explosion and the fall.

“Help me!” he bellowed over his shoulder, his voice cracking as he snapped at Morgana. “We need to get her out!”

Instead, strong hands closed around his shoulders. Morgana tugged him backwards, away, down into cover as another Reaper beam lanced over their heads. “Philip-- stop--”

“We need to get her out. She...she could have...” He was trembling suddenly in every limb. This was not how it was supposed to end. He had accepted the likelihood that he would be the vanguard of this assault, the likelihood that he would die in the attempt. But his friends, the people he cared about, the people he loved...they were supposed to survive. They had to survive.

Otherwise...what the hell was it all for?

“She’s dead, Philip,” Morgana said softly. One of her palms touched his cheek, feeding a strained calm through the contact, trying to soothe the agony in his mind. And he knew in that moment that her empathic ability had felt with certainty what he could only guess at. Whether burned to death by the beam or crushed in the collapse...Monica was gone.

“I...” Emptiness flooded him. There had been so many deaths, so much loss. There was only so much he could take. Was this the one that broke him, so close to the end?

Morgana’s arms swung around him in a quick, tight embrace. “She loved you,” she said quietly. “I felt it every moment she was with you. I’m truly sorry, Philip...”

A sob rose in his throat, threatened to choke him. “We have to keep going...” he whispered, trying to convince himself.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I am right beside you. I know your grief. But you have to stand. You have to keep moving. We will mourn her later, Philip...but we must avenge her now.”

He clung to Morgana’s voice, letting it tug him out of the pool of grief that threatened to drown him. His fingers clamped tightly around her forearm, hard enough to leave a mark, as he struggled to his feet. “She was here because of me...” he mumbled dizzily. “She would have been safe...”

But he knew that wasn’t true, even as he said it. No one was safe as long as this war lasted. And she had always had fire in her; she was a fighter, willful, nearly reckless at times. But she had been here with him, because of him...because of what they shared...and he could not forget that.

He looked to Morgana, blue eyes meeting cool grey; her enduring steadiness was a tonic against the chaos, a mooring in the storm. It always had been. He nodded slightly at her, squared his shoulders, felt another wave of calm go through him pushed by her empathy. “Thank you,” he murmured, turned and looked out over the rubble that had buried Monica, and then back towards the harsh, blinding glow of the Citadel beam.

“This ends now,” he whispered as Morgana fell into position at his side. “This ends today.”

#morganaseren #operativegaley #otp: flat as a pancake #brotp: cyberwarfare #au: better days #drabble #my writing #you asked for it #you got it :P

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